When I was 19 years old, I was raped. The man who raped me was 20 years old. He was someone that I knew - in fact, he was my boyfriend. He was someone that I loved and trusted, someone who had made promises to love me, to care for me, to be a safe person in my life. He was at least 50 pounds heavier than I was, and had military training. He was a ( Read more... )

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